Random synaptic and kiln firings of a glass obsessive who also plays with pointy sticks

Things I didn’t think about missing, #276 (approximately)

The nit-picking MOT test, that every British vehicle has to pass annually, once it hits the ripe old age of three. Don’t get me wrong: I always knew a roadworthiness test was a sensible thing, but quite what people will drive if they are allowed to get away with it is a frightening revelation. I mean, I don’t like being behind something belching toxic black smoke, but that’s nothing compared to wondering if the vehicle in front of (or behind) you has, say, working brakes. This is a hilly city, and a lot of the traffic lights don’t work, so one way or another, you really do find yourself thinking about that. Especially when you look in your rear-view mirror and see…

this:

Oh, and yes, before anyone asks – it turns out that I miss working traffic lights as well. Quite a lot, actually.